Announcement

**According2Aaron** · 05-01-2006, 10:00 AM

Wow. That's rough, Pat. =( But at least things have changed. We're all proud of you for turning around and you're not alone in believing God had something to do with bettering your life.

Maybe now you can write happy poetry? About like CB7Tuner? lol

**Smokinspeeds** · 05-01-2006, 10:01 AM

Lets say mine isn't as 'depressing' as I've never done drugs, albiet it's not quite the happiest either.

A silent look of pain in my eyes
making no noise yet my heart cries
screams of pain, i hate those lies
i need some rain or I will die
i don't even know whats wrong inside
"why don't you help me? I would try!"
forget it i hate me now say goodbye
if that's it for you then imma go to
that's it forget it! my life is through
I've cared to much why care for you?
you reject me so what else can i do?
God please help me make me new
My kettle is fuller than what i can brew
so why not spill my guts like horse glue?

is it beauty that drives me?
or is it passion turned pain
do my feelings override me?
or is it grace turned strain
in you can I confide please?
or must my heart feel the rain
someone talk with me please?
I feel I'm losing all my gain

As time stands still, Her heart beats in her chest
A Rythm of the annuls of time
Beating just so, that it contains all the rest
One being the thoughts in this being of mine
Wonder, Patience and Turmoil, all driven by strong zest
How long can I hold these thoughts I hide
As I watch time stand still and pass all cursed and blest
When will my heart stop screaming and when will it cry
May time soon tell so my heart can be at rest

Chic's usually love my stuff actually had a couple cry reading those last two speakin of which last (of the one's I'm gonna post) but not least something I wrote for a crush a few years back (the girls REALLY like this)

I want to talk with you of things unsaid,
But I can't seem to get them out of my head
Your eyes are like saphires, peaceful yet strong,
And like the heavens they sing sweet song
I've been thinking of you for several weeks past,
I hope to speak alone together with you at last
And if you you figure out who this is,
Please say not until the day ends
And like a bird on a treetop sings,
So my admiration for you does ring

With Love,
You Secret Admirer

Sorry different mood haha but hey nothin wrong with making girls feel special and I think I'm not the only one that feels that way

now just don't go copying my stuff and sending it to your gf's saying you wrote it.. know yall wanna be jus like me but if you aint got it you aint got it!

**ACCLUDE91** · 05-01-2006, 10:07 AM

Good stuff Smokinspeeds!

I still write...and my stuff now is not depressing. Most of it is very philosophical and based on concepts, ideas, emotions, but none of them are based on tangible, material items. I have lots of "love stuff" but I usually give them to the girls I write them about so I don't have a lot to post. I'll dig up some newer stuff and post them up here.

**Smokinspeeds** · 05-01-2006, 10:13 AM

Originally posted by ACCLUDE91

Good stuff Smokinspeeds!

I still write...and my stuff now is not depressing. Most of it is very philosophical and based on concepts, ideas, emotions, but none of them are based on tangible, material items. I have lots of "love stuff" but I usually give them to the girls I write them about so I don't have a lot to post. I'll dig up some newer stuff and post them up here.

Thanks, ppl are read it and say I need to get my stuff published.

The one about time is somewhat , eh, mythical sounding like O.o I dunno I was in a writing class at the time and my poetry nut professor rather influenced the tone of my writing at the time. Mostly actually I write lyrics (rap actually)

Dude if you give stuff to girls like that always keep a copy typed up somewhere or something. Being able to look back at some of that particular kind of stuff can be good if you aren't feeling good about yourself.

and do dig up some newer stuff!

**ACCLUDE91** · 05-01-2006, 11:00 AM

untitled

A gazin eye with a sparklish tingle in them
The pathway to a farfetched but real place
Where the unimaginable compliment what
We have all come to know as reality
Believed to be nonexistant because it cannot
Be seen, it cannot be heard, it cannot be
Smelled, it cannot be tasted, and it cannot
Be touched. There is nothing that shows
it's there. But still when you look into the
Eyes of another being, you notice it,
You sense it. How can that be? It
Doesn't exist right? You need it more
to be alive than the necessities of life.
For you can have water, and sun, and food
But not have life. And you can have no water,
no sun, and no food, but still have life. How can that be?
Without the necessities of life, life can't exist right?

untitled

As I stare at the expressive lightning
On this cool, rainy night
I'm dreaming of you
And what I think is ment to be

The moon and stars are perfect
Everything's just right
Except for one thing
You're not here with me

I wonder how you're doing
If you're comfortably under covers asleep
Or maybe out and about
Casually doing your thing

I want you here with me
It's your heart I want to hold and keep
You're music to my ears and magic to my eyes
Just the thought of you makes my heart sing

untitled

The one thing I need least in this world is
the acceptance of my flaws.
I need to be pushed, to be forced to do
what I think I cannot.

I actuall made a song out of this one:
Another Day

Another day, another week, another year goes by
It's the same old shit, so why fucking try
I smoke my pot, I drink my beer, I get so fucked up sometimes
And then I don't even know why
It's the same old story, one thing after another
It follows you, it bothers you
It's only in your head, but you're still a believer

Another day, another week, another year goes by
It's the same old shit, so why fucking try
Don't got a job, don't go to school and can't remember why
But somehow, I always make it by
It's the same old story, one thing after another
And maybe someday, I'll regain
My mutherfuckin sanity!

untitled

It seems like I can never get
What I truely need
I ask for a rose
But receive a weed
It's enough to survive
Or just get by
But what good does it do
Besides pass time
No moving forward
Only looking back
It's only a matter of time
Before I finally crack
I keep making
The same mistake
This viscious cycle
I can't break
I keep seeing
The same old thing
I wonder if
This cycle's real or a dream

untitled

Pick your head up
and take a good look around
WHat you're seeking
can easily be found
Don't over analyze
or over stare
I promise
It's already there
Look at it all
with a different point of view
and it will change
everything you thought you knew
What used to be
a part of your normal day
was waiting for the right time
to stand out this way

untitled

An uncomfortable silence
Every bump and hole in the ground felt
What would happen if I invaded
Someones teritory
Or so they think it's their teritory
A bus full of zombies
Each one different but driven
By the same force
You don't dare speak or move
For that would break the unwritten,
Understood rule
Penalty for this violation is 90
Eyeballs staring you down the throat
By the looks on faces, you would
Think we were ina morgue
Not visiting a loved one, but
Lying still awaiting to be burried
So empty of life and emotion
I wonder what they think
How their faces can be so blank
I see the ocean breeze outside
But that's it, I don't feel it
What I can feel is the eyes of
Judgement upon my entire body
Almost as if they're calling me to
Join them, judge them back
It's almost like a silent war
With no violence
Unspoken and unrecognized by most
But still a war of human seperation
That's stronger than it's ever been

The way I should be I made a 6 min acoustic song out of this one!

I can't seem to recognize
The writings on the wall
I don't know why they disguise
The way I always fall

But I always seem to make it through
With an ounce of self respect
And there ain't nothin left to do
Except fix what I have wrecked

A shitty job it always seems
But with a little more support
And the grasp of your dreams
The less pieces ther are to sort

And what do you do
When you're down to nothing
Hope you make it through
This time of testing

And hold my hand
In times of dispair
Talk to me
When you think I don't care

I'd like to think
I'm not alone, alone in this greif
But the world sends me
Into disbelief

Torn between a shattered life
And a light touch of care
The confusion of what's right
And what's not really there

It's alright to shed a tear
For watching life pass you by
But it's those that you hold near
That'll make sure you still try

I can't say that I have lived
To the best of my ability
I have done nothing but sinned
So please forgive me

And what do you do
When you have nothing
Hope you make it to
Your place of resting

And hold my hand
In times of dispair
Talk to me
When you think I don't care

I'd like to think
I'm not alone, alone in this greif
But your actions send me
Into disbelief

And why does it always
Turn out this way
What could I do or say
To make you stop from turning away

Why can't something
Ever turn out right
Must it always be a fight
Or a condescending show of might

And can you help lead me
To the place I'd like to be
I wanna know you're there
To rescue me from my own insanity

And can you help lead me
To the place I need to be
I need to know you're there
To comfort me, to help me be

The Way I should Be

**King James** · 05-01-2006, 02:00 PM

Wow....thats some good stuff you guys have written....Im jelous of ppl who can write like that with no inhibitions....That and ppl who can actually write...I cant even write a limerick....

**cp[mike]** · 05-01-2006, 02:10 PM

really good stuff guys, besides the depressing topics (

) they are really good. it was a good way to get your feelings out, no?

**ACCLUDE91** · 05-01-2006, 02:16 PM

aw com'on man, give youreslef more credt than that.

You could write a Irish drinking jig or something like that.

Drank my bottle of whiskey
Driving right now is risky
Watch the fat girls dance
Fat hanging all out of their pants
Gonna drink a pitcher of beer
And grab a fat girls rear

See, it's easy!

and yes, it was very theraputic at the time...but I really see the differences now 10 years later

**King James** · 05-01-2006, 02:22 PM

LOL nice....but i even tried to write one out...

This is as far as i got:

There once was a man named Jeff
He wanted to be Chef
..........

I suck haha.

**ACCLUDE91** · 05-01-2006, 02:25 PM

There once was a man named Jeff
He wanted to be Chef
He liked to make steak
It always tasted great
Then he chopped off a finger
It landed in someones drink and lingered
Got swallowed whole
Now they don't eat at the restaraunt no mo

**Smokinspeeds** · 05-02-2006, 01:42 PM

Originally posted by ACCLUDE91

There once was a man named Jeff
He wanted to be Chef
He liked to make steak
It always tasted great
Then he chopped off a finger
It landed in someones drink and lingered
Got swallowed whole
Now they don't eat at the restaraunt no mo

LOl dude thats.....

lemme try *randomness is my other middle name* <-- you've been warned

There once was a man named Jeff
He wanted to be Chef
but he had too much fun hunting
he'd kill but gutting was disgusting
processed chicken was still slimy
kneeding bread he'd get grimy
he bought a microwave at last
and had hotdogs till he was fat

see the finger thing is disgusting cause I just heard here on the radio where a person stuck a finger in her soup and tried to sue cracker barrel or something for millions of dollars.

But man honestly a lot of people who think they can write poetry can't. Either way looking at what I've written you wouldn't know that through all of school till almost highschool I absolutly couldn't write anything. I'm not a low IQ person, but having some reactions from my shots when I was little Ive had it MUCh harder learning than most kids. I would sit and cry when I had to write a paper for school. I couldn't get the first sentence down. I would have a poetry project and couldn't write anything. But my mom made me keep trying. (homeschooled) IF you knew what I went through growing up you wouldn't believe I could write any of that. It's not about what you think you can or cant do. It's about what you've tried and THEn found out you could or couldn't accomplish something. *rambling* .... more poetry from someone else now please

**Dirty Harry** · 05-02-2006, 02:18 PM

I fucked this fat chick named cass
when I was done I jizzed in her ass
I then took some pics
posted them up here for kicks
My name's Wayne and I live in Mass

**ACCLUDE91** · 05-02-2006, 02:19 PM

Good point! It's just a matter of trying that's all~

I'm very lucky. I have brains. I can't remember shit, but I can figure stuff out quickly. Dropped out of high school after getting straight F's my freshman year. Not cause I was dumb, but because I was too fucked up to make it to class! I got my GED and scored in the top 2% of test scores ever. Then I took the SAT's and scored just under a 1600. I was offered a full scholarship because of it and turned it down (BIG MISTAKE!). Ask me to remember a phone # and I'll forget it 5 minutes later, but ask me to figure out a complicated puzzle and I'll have it done in no time. I'm creative so writing always came naturally to me. I think it was the only thing that got me through those rough times. Having a creative outlet does wonders sometimes.

**ACCLUDE91** · 05-02-2006, 02:20 PM

Originally posted by DoctorCipher

I fucked this fat chick named cass
when I was done I jizzed in her ass
I then took some pics
posted them up here for kicks
My name's Wayne and I live in Mass

and I live in a trailor and have no class!

hehe lol

Announcement

Acclude's Poetry Thread

Acclude's Poetry Thread

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment

Comment